Mary Jane

Down under the leaves, In the evening breeze and the summer sun She's waiting for me With her pale skin burnt and her hair undone She stares at the sky With her chest on the ground and her feet in the air She's out of her mind Thoughts in the wind and her soul's everywhere She knows where the day goes She sees through rose tint glasses While the Kossoy Sisters play She gets that high She goes where no one goes and no one follows She gets that high She gets that high She's down by the stream With her blue jeans wet And her shoes by the edge She looks like a dream Flowers in her hair and she's giving me head Can't stop thinking of her She's making me blush And she's making me feel So maybe I love her She's in town for a trip And I hope that she's real She knows where the day goes She sees through rose tint glasses While the Kossoy Sisters play She gets that high She goes where no one knows And no one follows She gets that high She gets that high La da da la da da da da La da da da da La da da la da da da da Da da da da da La da da da La da da She gets that high She goes where no one knows And no one follows She gets that high She gets that high La da da la da da da da La da da da da La da da la da da da da Da da da da da